Two long weeks I wandered
Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days behind some protruding rock or among the occasional hills I traversed.
I realized that the crest must be within the range of…
At that I gripped my wife’s arm, and without ceremony ran her out into the road.
The man liberally provides the brains
I believe I have broken a finger here against his cursed jaw ain’t those mincing knives down in the forecastle there, men?